Annette Funicello, Troy Donahue, and Gidget starred in my teenage dream of California. In 1959, my junior year of high school, Judy Nelson (blonde, Prom queen cheerleader with the perfect bangs) moved with her family from South Sioux City, Nebraska, with its cows and corn, to Santa Cruz California, home of surfer dudes and dolphins. She joined the teenage stars and left her friends behind, yearning to migrate to the West. Oh, the wonder of living in the same state as Disneyland. It would be a decade and three mindsets later before those icons would include the darker side of Hollywood: Charles Manson, Jim Morrison, and Janice Joplin.
Anyways, the Sweetie is done, done, done with Vancouver and, being “the one who does not rest in place,” immediately booked a flight out of town to the Golden State. Five days in La Jolla with the Fostermiglias, then a long weekend in Los Angeleez is just the ticket to balance five months of hard work.
We love being with our San Diego friends, cooking with open doors, soft breezes and dogs underfoot—exchanging stories of what came next. Another years-old, valued relationship kept alive since the 60s.